I Didn't Do It Logan Novels & Stories

I stammered, feeling the weight of his gaze. “You don’t?” Logan asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It was quite memorable.” I forced a smile, trying to deflect. “Forget what happened that day,” I said, my voice taking on a more dramatic tone. “Let’s focus on tonight, our special night.” Logan’s eyes narrowed, clearly not convinced. “He’s not going to be deceived easily,” I thought. “I have to play this carefully.”

The raw warmth he had displayed when cupping my breasts days ago was entirely erased. “There is absolutely nothing for us to talk about, Lisa,” Logan whispered harshly, his jaw tight as his eyes scanned the hallway to ensure their parents were out of earshot. “It was a simple, one-time thing that happened because we were trapped inside during a severe storm. That is it. Do not embarrass yourself or make a fool of yourself by trying to bring it up to me ever again.”

On New Year’s Eve, the girlfriend who had promised to go home with me was nowhere to be found. Instead, my close friend, Logan, sent two voice notes. “Bro, your girl is mine now! “You have no idea. Ever since we were kids, my dad only ever listens to her. One word from her is worth more than a hundred from me! It works great, I love it, and I’ll definitely use it again!” At exactly midnight, as fireworks exploded outside the window, Chloe called me, laughing. “You have no idea. Thank God I came over! Mr. Creston looked like he was ready to beat Logan up–” “Chloe,” I interrupted her. “Do you remember that my parents have been waiting to have dinner with you?” Silence fell on the other

I whispered back, glaring at her. Great! Now we’re going to get fired, because of her stupidity! I was mentally yelling angry as hell, thinking we were gonna end up in the street once again. “Logan, you didn’t mention we have guests,” A blonde, gorgeous girl with similar features as Logan’s spoke, smiling at us while she sat next to a handsome man, her arm tangled with his.

“I swear, I didn’t—” Logan stepped forward, his breath harsh. “Who did this to you?”

Instead, his grip tightens and he moves past them, and I follow silently. I’m about to let out a breath of relief when fresh hell unfolds, because the one with the big mouth just had to say something. “She’s got a nice arse too.” Logan freezes, and I immediately start to worry about witnessing a murder. He looks at me, his eyes analyzing the impact of his words on me. But there’s something else. “Do you really need my permission?” I ask once I’m able to sense it. He nods. “That’s how it works.”

“How would I not worry? He didn’t phone me the whole day. It’s not like him who will end the day without giving me a call, unless he went through something.” “Nah! Maybe he’ll call you tonight. He must be very busy right now. It’s like they were going to a war while convincing other shareholders. It’s not an easy job, you know. I made that myself too. It’s kind of exciting.I bet, it’s Loki’s turn the next time it happens again.” Logan smiled at me and decided to leave. “Want me to give you a ride?” I declined the offer. “I don’t have a shift today, so I don’t need to hurry.”

I needed clarity. Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We were involved in a merger. Big money, high stakes. But there were… irregularities. Things I didn’t catch until it was too late. Liam blamed me, and maybe he was right. I didn’t handle it well, but I wasn’t the only one making bad choices.” There was a pause, a moment where Logan seemed to be weighing whether to say more. His eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite read—regret, maybe, or guilt.

I meant to watch it later, but just as the car rolled over a speed bump, my finger slipped, and the video opened. On screen, Jason was drinking with his buddies. Their topic of conversation? Me. "So Jennifer really caught the two of you together? Damn, she must've flipped!" Jason let out a cold laugh. "This slap mark on my face is from her. That temper of hers is no joke." His friends were incredulous. "She actually dared to hit you? I thought Jennifer was your lovesick puppy!" "Hey, you think if she finds out you're getting married, she'll try to crash the wedding?"

I breathed out and he stopped his story, “the day we argued about the brownies you promised me that it wasn’t you.” “You remember,” he said softly and I nodded. “So it really wasn’t you.” “I swear it wasn’t me,” he promised, “I would never hurt anyone like that.” I nodded softly and turned to Logan, “Please take those cuffs off him.” The words were barely out of my mouth when Logan grabbed a napkin in his hands and snapped the cuffs. “If it wasn’t you,” Logan began as he disposed of the cuffs, “Then who was it?” “Hunter,” **************************************